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Disaster

I dream of justice taking its rightful place, And often cling to warm words, a kind face. How can my soul fit in this vast domain, When it can’t find its space in a world so plain? People do not bow to truth’s command, So misfortune keeps sweeping the land. Fires, disasters, explosions in mines, Our skies have yet to clear and shine. Though my exterior seems harsh and strong, My heart is tender, aching all along. I pour it all onto this blank white sheet— Every day, disasters and slaughter repeat. In a peaceful land, turmoil runs so deep, Let’s hope we won’t end up digging graves to keep.

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Date: 1/6/2025 5:27:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Aibek Kalmaganbetov
Date: 1/7/2025 6:44:00 AM
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